One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

His pupils contracted sharply, and the anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by pain and confusion.

"Her...her name is..."

Ma Xianhong covered his head, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped through his fingers.

He tried desperately to say that name, but it was as if an invisible hand was forcibly erasing and altering his thoughts!

"Old Ma? What's wrong?!"

Zhang Chulan sensed something was wrong and immediately took a half step back warily, the thunder in his palm faintly crackling.

"My...my head..."

Ma Xianhong staggered two steps, and just as he was about to fall, he suddenly raised his head.

The pain and struggle of the previous second miraculously disappeared.

His eyes regained their clarity, even taking on a hint of cold fervor.

"Zhang Chulan".

Ma Xianhong looked at him, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"No need to waste words. I will never give up on the Body Refinement Furnace."

After saying that, he turned and strode into the darkness, leaving behind only a chilling sentence that drifted away on the wind:

"After the music festival, I will show Master Tian Shu what a true miracle is."

Zhang Chulan stood there, watching Ma Xianhong's disappearing figure, and felt a chill creep up his spine.

Not right.

Something's totally wrong!

Old Ma's state just now...

Just then.

"Click".

A faint snapping sound of a dry twig breaking suddenly rang out from the shadows behind Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly, staring intently into the darkness.

With a series of unhurried footsteps, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the woods.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating that face that possessed a touch of refinement and elegance, yet also sent a shiver down one's spine.

"Brother Xiao...?"

The lightning in Zhang Chulan's hand silently extinguished, but his vigilance remained undiminished.

This compassionate temporary worker from the East China region walked without the slightest fluctuation of Qi, almost like a ghost.

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, his gaze passing over Zhang Chulan and landing in the direction where Ma Xianhong had disappeared.

His smile deepened, but it also revealed a chilling excitement.

"Chu Lan..."

Xiao Zizai spoke softly and slowly:

"It seems that this Village Chief Ma is quite ill."

As he spoke, he elegantly pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his long, slender fingers.

"The lesion in his brain seems quite stubborn. What do you think..."

Xiao Zizai's eyes instantly became extremely aggressive, revealing a sense of hunger:

"Do you need me to help him with some treatment?"

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, feeling as if the temperature around him had dropped by more than ten degrees.

He quickly waved his hand, putting on a fawning, dry laugh: "No, Brother Xiao! This patient isn't under our care!"

Zhang Chulan pointed in the direction where Zhang Tianyi lived, making a blatant hint:

“My advisor still has him on hand; he’s very useful! What if you ruin his health now?”

"Please bear with it, please bear with it!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zizai followed Zhang Chulan's finger and his fervor instantly subsided.

"That's true."

......

The following evening, in Biyou Village.

The afterglow of the setting sun had not yet completely faded, but the square was already brightly lit.

The light show that Feng Baobao stayed up all night coding last night is now in full swing.

Dozens of purple laser beams intertwined in mid-air to form a net.

The dynamic rhythms emanating from the top-of-the-line array sound system transformed the entire Biyou Village into a large, open-air nightclub.

The air was filled with an intoxicating aroma.

That's the smoky aroma of oil roasted over premium fruitwood charcoal, and the spiciness of cumin and chili powder colliding.

And then there's the rich, mellow aroma emanating from those boxes of opened Moutai liquor.

"Fuck-"

In the barbecue area, Xiao Zizai, dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform and wearing a tall hat, stood in front of a huge grill.

The iron skewers in his hand fluttered like butterflies.

He was clearly grilling lamb skewers, but his focused gaze was so distracting.

"The heat is just right..."

Xiao Zizai sprinkled some chopped scallions, a gentle and satisfied smile playing on his lips:

"Whether it's killing or cooking, the control of heat is an art."

Although the villagers queuing around felt that the chef had a somewhat cold aura, they couldn't resist the aroma of the meat.

They were all holding plates, their mouths watering.

And in the very center of the square, on that professionally constructed stage.

The spotlights suddenly converged!

"Hey! Check! Check! One, two, three!"

Zhang Chulan, dressed in a sequined suit he'd somehow acquired, grabbed a microphone and dashed onto the stage like an emcee on steroids.

His hair was slicked back and shiny, and he wore a highly provocative smile.

"Fellow villagers of Biyou Village! Brothers and sisters!"

Good evening, everyone!!!

"boom!"

Although the villagers and those with superior spiritual cultivation usually practiced immortality and Qi cultivation, they had never seen such a scene before.

With the added influence of alcohol and the atmosphere, their enthusiasm was ignited.

They raised their bottles of liquor and skewers of meat, letting out a deafening cheer:

"it is good!!!"

"This is the first annual barbecue and music festival in Biyou Village!"

Zhang Chulan roared at the top of his lungs:

"Tonight, there are no sects! No distinction between good and evil!"

"There's only one theme tonight—"

"That's it... let's get hyped!!!"

"Now! Open your eyes wide! Cover your hearts!"

"Let's give a warm round of applause to our finale team tonight!"

"Led by Master Tian Shu of Longhu Mountain! Joining hands with Master Wang of Wudang, a descendant of Zhuge Liang, and a professional team!"

"Let's start with an energetic dance performance—'The Extraordinary Disco'!!!"

"Music!!! Rise!!!"

With Zhang Chulan's command.

Feng Baobao, sitting behind the DJ booth, pushed down the clippers without any expression.

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The intro to "Wild Wolf Disco," a song etched into our DNA, mixed with an electronic version featuring the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), instantly blew the entire venue away!

On the stage, dry ice sprayed everywhere.

Several dark figures struck a pose in the mist.

The moment the lights suddenly came on, the entire venue erupted in cheers!

Standing in the center position is Zhang Tianyi.

He wore an extremely fine suit today.

He wore his signature sunglasses and had his hair slicked back.

He had one hand in his pocket, his body swaying gently to the rhythm, his face displaying a composure that was three parts nonchalant and seven parts in control of the entire scene.

Behind him, the line of people was nothing short of spectacular.

On the left is Wang Ye, who looks utterly hopeless and is forced to work, and Zhuge Qing, who is putting on a brave face and trying her best to maintain her elegance.

On the right is Wang Zhenqiu, completely letting loose; Lao Meng, looking bewildered but swaying to the rhythm; and...

The clarinet, smooth as silk, dances.

Xiao Zizai and Feng Baobao joined the opening dance at some point.